Usually I try not to write too much about my relationship. Obviously the boyfriend gets plenty of mentions… it would be pretty hard to write about my life without him coming into it somewhere… but I don’t really write much about the relationship itself. There are reasons for this.
I hate people whose blogs seem to make out they’re in this perfect relationship where nothing ever goes wrong, there are never fights about silly things or periods where you can’t stay in the same room together… I’ve found my soulmate and everything is so perfect and we’re meant to be together forever type thing. Nobody’s relationship is that perfect and all that sugary sweetness just makes me want to puke. So if I were to only write about the good parts of my relationship, the times when the boyfriend is wonderful, we hardly have any fights and I’m happy, happy, happy it would be slightly hypocritical, don’t ya think? Buuut, I don’t think it’s really fair to the boyfriend for me to write too much about the bad stuff. I mean the entire world (or at least that part of it that speaks English) can read my blog, and it’s not like he can defend himself here, is it? There are lapses though. Sometimes when the boyfriend does something that really, really annoys me or we have our third fight in less than 3 days or I’m just sexually frustrated because the boyfriend would rather sleep til one o’clock in the afternoon than… well, y’know (and this is happening for something like the third time this month) I find myself breaking down and blogging about it. It’s better than the alternative… which may or may not involve breaking things. Lesser of two evils and all that. Soo you may feel free to ignore my last post if you wish. And I won’t tell you too much about the rest of yesterday. There was shouting, there were tears, we finally talked about some things that should have been talked about a long, long time ago… and yes, there was make-up sex (I know you’re all curious about that one ;-)). Let’s just leave it at that shall we.
Anywaay, after the boyfriend and I had made up yesterday I decided I needed junk food. Unfortunately he is now paying for the shopping (I’m unemployed, remember), so all we ever get is boring, sensible things like vegetables and milk. And yesterday was a holiday (Corpus Christi… possibly) which meant all the shops were closed. So I decided the way forward was clearly to bake something. My original idea was cupcakes but then Jan planted the word “cookies” in my head and I could not resist. One extensive Google search, a sore arm from mixing and a sugar covered kitchen later we had chocolate chip cookies, just in time for my blog’s first birthday (which is today).
And on that note I shall leave you.
Cookie anyone?
Confuzzledom 